Although crafting an entire stand-up set about your cheating ex is clearly a major victory in the dog-eat-dog world of spoiled and subsequently embittered relationships, you do have to wonder exactly how healthy Australian comic Celia Pacquola’s Am I Strange? really is.

On the surface, it’s a confident and chirpy show from a relative newcomer who has clearly hewn triumph from disaster and comes out smiling (albeit somewhat ruefully). But even after all the neat one-liners and charmingly self-deprecating anecdotes, it feels colossally indulgent. By the end, there’s the vaguest hint of an elephant in the room: perhaps her apparent supposition that this show’s existence proves she’s wrestled her demons and won is a little too simplistic for comfort.

Nevertheless, she’s a great raconteur, especially when switching narrator from her outer voice to her much more troublesome inner monologue with a clever flick of the lights. It’s a neat contrivance – as are her hand-drawn, sticky-backed props – that really elevates Am I Strange? beyond a parodic Dear Diary piece. A curio, certainly, but one that rewards investigation.